My family have all disowned me. Or disassociated themselves from me, which amounts to the same thing. Why? Because of Him. Because of things they have no business knowing, no business having opinions on. It's MY fucking life. Not theirs. My choices. Yeah, there are some things that really suck. The fact that I can't even really pay my rent because of Him, for instance. The fact that He's fucking another woman. But...I dunno. He loves me. Or at least He claims to, and I believe Him. That's probably stupid, knowing how often I've been fucked for trusting.
Ah, well.
C'est la vie.
Laters